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I’ve been walking around with the sneezies.  Mommy and Daddy were worried that I had caught a sneezy from somewhere.  They said it might be left over from our days at the boarding school.  So, Mommy got all hyper and picked up part of the box that rings, pushed some buttons and made “an appointment”.  I’m not sure how you make such a thing because I didn’t see anything in her hands after.  I was suspicious because she did the same thing when Padre was hopping around on three legs.

We woke up last Wednesday and it was just like normal, although it seemed a little later in the morning than usual.  We got lots of stinky goodness and Meerkat and I played a game of bitey. 

Next thing I know, Daddy put me and Meerkat in the pink portable room-box and took us outside to the white teleporter machine!!!!

Meerkat and me were very worried that Mommy and Daddy didn’t like us anymore and were taking us to a new forever home, so we stayed very quiet like the very good kitties that we are.  I think that freaked out Mommy and Daddy that we were so quiet.  (Heh, heh, heh.)

Pretty soon the white teleporter stopped shaking and making noise and Mommy carried us into some different building.  She put us on a shelf of some kind while she and Daddy talked to some other beans about us.

Waiting Patiently for a Consult

They took us out of the portable box and put us on some big flat thing one at a time.  When they put me on it, they said “7.8”.  When they put Meerkat on it, they said “6.4”.  Then they took us to a little yellow room with Mommy and Daddy and closed the door.

That’s when we began to investigate!  Meerkat tried to look on top of the cabinets …

Investigating the Room

… and then Mommy grabbed us for a photo op!  This is the first time we’ve been able to post a picture of Mommy.  I smiled as best I could.  Meerkat wanted to escape.

 We pose with Mom

Then Daddy put us on some kind of floating counter.  We were a bit upset about the cat in the photograph looking down at us.  It was like he was saying “Behave! Behave!  Or you’ll end up on the wall like me!” 

 How did that cat get up there?

Then a man in a white jacket came in the room and started squeezing us and talking nice.  He was friendly. 

Mommy told the man in the white jacket that I like to make sure all the food bowls are clean at eating time, so the man called me a “FOOD BULLY”!  That sounds like a good title for me … Panda Bear:  Food Bully Extraordinaire! 

Then he took me into another room and shoved something in my rear end!!!  How dare he do that when I wasn’t looking!  The man in the white jacket is a CAT BULLY! 

Then the Cat Bully took me back to Mommy and Daddy and Meerkat.  Then he grabbed Meerkat and went away with her!  She told me later that the Cat Bully did the same to her!  What a mean Cat Bully!

Then Mommy and Daddy put us back into the pink portable room-box and took us back to the white teleporter machine. When we got home, Padre was not very happy to see us. Apparently he thought he was rid of us! He proceeded to hide out in the basement. He did not want to play with us and was hisses at us when we tried to play with him. Padre is still a poop-head.

Meerkat and I are glad to be home. And we are very glad that Mommy and Daddy still want to provide our furrever home for us.

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Sunday, when Dad came home from where ever he went this time, he sat down on the comfy sofa in the kitty feeding room. I ambled over (didn’t want to look too obvious), then climbed up on the sofa. Eventually I made my way over to where Dad was sitting, and then I curled up on his lap for some good Lap Action. Well, technically, I suppose it should be called Lap Inaction, but let’s not get all worked up over semantics.

I was in the middle of a really good snooze when Mom came over with the flashy box and snapped our photo:

Padre on David

Dad has a reallllly comfortable lap, in case you are ever over here for a visit.  I think I was making him sleepy, too.

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for all the mudslinging that padre and panda bear have done over the past few weeks, i am beginning to suspect that it is all for show.

just take a look at this photographic evidence i snapped when they were too sleepy to notice:

Panda Bear and Padre practice male bonding on Armistice Day 

those two took a two-hour nap together on the comfy sofa in the kitty feeding room yesterday afternoon! maybe they have finally decided to settle their disputes. perhaps they decided to declare a temporary truce. either way, they did so on the anniversary of armistice day, which seems fitting.

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Mom and Dad seem to be trying hard to please us. That, in and of itself, pleases me.

Take for instance, all the different varieties of stinky goodness that they brought home to see what we prefer.

Stinky Goodness Storehouse!Mostly, I just like to lick the juice off the top and then push the remaining dried up pieces to the sides of the dish, in order to make it look like I ate a lot. I don’t want them to stop buying the stuff, after all, because I really like the juice on top. I’ve got Dad fooled most of the time, but I think that Mom is catching on. She has been hovering over me while I eat, like the (half-) Italian mother that she is.

And then there’s the crunchies. Mom and Dad originally tried to give the hoodlums kittens Iams Kitten Crunchies, and Iams Adult Crunchies to me. However, the hoodlums kittens preferred to eat my crunchies over theirs. So Mom has stopped bothering to even put out the kitten crunchies lately.

Last weekend, Mom and Dad brought home some really tremendous crunchies: Fancy Feast Gourmet GoldTM With Savory Chicken and Turkey. These are my preference by far.

Observe the delicate shapes: moons, hearts, diamonds, and clovers. Mom says that they are like Lucky Charms for cats.

 Lucky Charms for Cats

Dad said “of course, they’re the most expensive, right?”

Duh! Of course!

The Iams Adult Original with Ocean Fish and Rice Crunchies are pretty good, too, so I eat them just for some variety. They aren’t as pretty as Fancy Feast, however, and only come in one shape, triangles, (unless they break).

Meerkat also seems to share my preferences for crunchies. Neither she nor I will touch the Dad’s Original Tasty Chicken Flavor crunchies. Must be a tabby thing. The Dad’s crunchies are this weird reddish color, and also come in only one shape, clovers.

Naturally, Panda Bear does not seem to show a preference for the type of crunchies he eats. He just wants food, and lots of it.

I grabbed the flashy box to capture our eating experiences.  Here are our bowls at the start of the day, just after Mom and Dad left. 

Crunchie Dishes Before
L-R: Dad’s, Iams, Fancy Feast

Here’s what they looked like just before they got back home!

Crunchies Dish Study
L-R: Dad’s, Iams, Fancy Feast

For the Furry Bambinos, we prefer the Fancy Feast Gourmet Gold! 

What’s your preference when it comes to crunchies?  Take our poll at the right side of the screen!

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hi everybody!

wow, we are truly amazed at the power of kitty blogging. imagine our great surprise to receive so many furrriendly hellos from all over the world!

many thanks to miss daisy for repurrting about our blog on the cat blogosphere site! that was furry kind of her to let all of you know about us and our blog.

we are delighted that we have met so many nice kitties who have commented on our blog. over the next few days we will be visiting your blogs and returning the favor!

Meerkat typing her entry

we are so excited to be blogging kitties. we are new to this, so we are learning all the time. we were unsure about the etiquette for adding blogs to one’s blogroll. actually, we have a difference of opinion among the furry bambinos. i think that you should be courteous, and ask a kitty first before adding them to your blogroll.

my wild and crazy brother, panda bear, thinks it’s ok to just go ahead and add cool kitty’s blogs to your blogroll. padre sort of sides with me, but thinks it’s ok to add a blog as long as you let them know.

anyway, what do you all think?

thanks again to efurryone for all the lovely welcomes!

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That big grey cat just doesn’t know how to have fun, man.  All he wants to do is sit around, take naps, and look out the big tall windows at the squirrels and birds.  He needs to get a life.

There is so much fun stuff to do around here and “Pious Padre” just sits there staring out that window, flashing his white tuft of fur.

Here’s a list of just a few of the ways to have fun, that do not involve staring out the window:

1. Chase Meerkat around the house

2. Get chased by Meerkat

3. Put the bitey on Meerkat’s head

4. Sniff Padre’s butt

5. Lie down really close to Padre, just to tick him off

6. Chase my tail inside the Kalahari-Themed-Duplex-Cat-Cubes with the intention of tipping the whole thing over on its end

7. Chase my tail on the landing that goes down to our poop boxes in the basement

8. Play chase the bird on a string with Dad

9. Climb all over Dad’s head at 2:00 am

10. Help Dad when he needs to work in his office by climbing all over him

11. Play with the nip filled toys Dad and Mom brought home

… and much more!

“Pious Padre” just doesn’t know have to fun!  He takes his white clerical collar look just a little too far!

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Who would have known that by playing up my old war injury for sympathy, would result in the lady human shoving a pill down my throat every night?

While I was at the smelly building, the man in the white coat apparently gave the humans a bottle of pills to give to me. Not all at once, just half a pill at a time, in order to prolong the tormenting. Grrrr.

Tonight I spat it out and the lady didn’t notice, because I pretended to swallow it. However, the man was not convinced by my swallowing performance, and decided to move the sofa away from the wall to look for it. He picked the pill up off the floor and gave it back to the lady who forced it into my mouth, and this time it rolled down my throat before I could get a good gag reflex going.

In related news, I have decided to stop hopping around on three legs, because it would be my luck that they would just drag me back to that smelly building and come home with more pills.

I just need to figure out where they keep the bottle with the pills in it, and see to it that the bottle meets an untimely end.